Chapter 167: Night exploration

Bai Yanhu died, the overall situation has been set.
This sudden civil strife quickly dissipated, and under the command of Ye Chuan, the cloud sect that was hit hard was quickly on the right track.
This civil strife has far-reaching effects.
Ye Chuan, who quickly settled the civil strife, quickly became the mainstay of the Zongmen from a famous Zongmen disciple and grasped the real power. In order to get Zongmen on the right track and completely control the cloud sect, Ye Chuan, with the help of the two elders, Nangong, and the four elders and five elders who were bought by Bai Yanhu, raised a large number of younger disciples, and made things smart and wise. Zhu Sijia does not need to say, even the fat man Zhao Dazhi is also proud of the spring breeze. Not only did he become a disciple of his own life, but he was promoted by Ye Chuan as the general manager of the alchemy hall to assist Zhu Sijia in leading the alchemy hall. The guardian Yang Tian mad was even more reused, and was transferred from the patrol hall to guard the mountain gate.
With this civil strife, Ye Chuan thoroughly cleaned the clouds and fog inside and outside, and washed out all the disciples who had dissimilar hearts. Those who are overhead or clean are naturally reluctant, but they have to accept the fate of Ye Chuan, who is not the same as today. The great elders are not there, and Bai Yanhu is dead again. Ye Chuan is now the first person in Zongmen. It’s not very good, it’s still in the monk’s double, but the sorcerer and the horned man Nargus are all the masters of the real world, plus the support of the goddess, the sky and the huge demon gate. As the day goes by.
In just three days, Yunwu Zong came out of this civil strife and could not see the traces of civil strife. On the contrary, the disciples had their own smiles and there was a revival of signs.
In the middle of the night, when the cold wind blew the earth, Ye Chuan climbed the top of Tianlong Peak and came to the dragon. Under the bright moonlight, watching the blood of Qi Longyuan rolling up and down, silent. There is a thought in my heart. I want to jump from the dragon to see what it is under the thick blood fog. Look at what kind of secrets are hidden here and get the body of Nantiandu back. However, every time he jumped to try, Ye Chuan forced the impulse of his heart.
Every time I stand on the edge of the dragon, my eyebrows are jumping, this is the feeling of danger. The instinct from the previous world told Ye Chuan that he would jump down, perhaps as if he had been trapped in the Valley of the Gods for millions of years, or even scattered.
For a long time, Ye Chuan sighed and stood still on the edge of the dragon.
In the past few days, he has been sorting out the Zongmen. Although he has mastered the power to see the hope of the Zongmen revival, he still feels a bit heavy when he thinks about this civil strife.
The second elder Nangong was optimistic and lived as usual, but every time he saw his half body, Zhu Sijia was always sad and tears, and Ye Chuan was also a little uncomfortable. Protecting the law, Yang Tian’s mad eyes are smashed, and he can also refine the medicinal herbs, and hope for recovery. Like the two elders, there are only two legs left, and no matter how good the medicine is, he can't help him grow two legs. The only way is that the two elders will one day break through to the saints to reshape the body.
The appearance of the two elders Nangong is sad, but compared with Nantian, this is nothing.
Jumping down from the dragon and the dragon, from then on, there is no possibility of living out and then living out. This is a common sense that all the cloud sects have known since ancient times.
Carefully counted, Ye Chuan and Nantian are not in contact for a long time, but in this short-lived exchange, Nantian is like a sword and mans from the turbid world, leaving a deep impression. It’s a shame to be young, and it’s too late to practice the cultivation of the scorpion sword to the realm of Dacheng.
At night, the peaks in Zongmen are quiet, and the disciples are either quietly retreating or dreaming.
A gentle rustling sound suddenly came from behind.
Ye Chuan turned and accidentally discovered that a middle-aged man did not know when he came behind him, wearing a green robe, his body was a little thin, and the celestial wind was so thin that he walked like a leaf.
"Seven elders?"
Ye Chuan had some accidents and quickly bowed to the ceremony. "The disciple Ye Chuan, who has seen his predecessors."
Ye Chuan became more curious about the identity of the Qingpao.
The Qingpao people claimed to be seven elders. Every time they saw him in the Houzong Mountains of the Clouds, it seems that even if they are not the masters of the Yunwuzong, they should have inextricably linked with Yunwuzong. But the strange thing is that the last time it was displayed on the edge of the dragon, it was the practice and means of the ancient Buddhism. In the cloud sect for so long, Ye Chuan had not heard of when the cloud sect had ever been proficient in the Buddha. Senior master of the practice. What is even more strange is that the white rock tiger blood washed the door a few days ago, and there was such a big thing that the Qingpao people appeared. Where did he go? Is he just going out, or is he standing by and letting the sect of the sect, or is it...
Ye Chuan frowned, could not see through the cultivation of the seven elders of the Qingpao, but also could not understand his identity.
"In the past few days, you have done a good job." The Qingpao people were silent for a while, and suddenly they said nothing.
Ye Chuan’s thoughts were like electricity. He quickly understood that the Qingpao people said that this was a civil strife. He said in a low-key manner: "Nothing, I just did what a sect of disciple should do. As a sect of the sect, this is what it should be." ""
"Ok."
The Qingpao nodded and did not speak. The two men were silent.
In the middle of the night, the wind on the top of the mountain is getting bigger and bigger and getting colder. The blood fog below the dragon's phoenix seems to be thicker, tumbling up and down, seems to spread.
"Young people, do you want to jump from here?" For a long time, when Ye Chuan was preparing to leave, the seven elders of Qingpao suddenly broke the silence and said the words of Ye Chuan.
"Yes, I want to see what is going on here. I have a brother who jumped from here. I want to see people die to see the dead. I can't do this anyway." Ye Chuan was surprised and answered truthfully. The more unpredictable to the Qingpao people, the other side seems to have practiced the legendary Tianyantong, and there is no secret in front of him.
The seven elders of Qingpao were silent for a while, and said faintly: "Well, if you want to go on, just jump on it. If you don't go down, one day, you will continue."

Just jump like this?
Ye Chuan was a bit stunned.
Originally, he thought that the seven elders of the Qingpao would try to stop and advise themselves not to be impulsive. Who can think that he actually persuaded himself to go on, is he not aware of the danger of Long Yuan? Or is it that the danger under the abyss is not worth mentioning for him?
"Well, just jump straight."
The Qingpao people paused and said faintly: "In the thick blood fog, there is a step that can be settled every 100 meters on the stone wall. After the 999 steps, it will go to the bottom of the cliff, and then down. It is a nine-story underground world. Every month of the full moon night, in the early morning hours, the blood and fog power will be greatly weakened, and the visibility will be much higher."
"Seven elders, you mean, is it time now?" Ye Chuan looked up at the moon in the sky and suddenly reacted. Tonight, isn't it just a full moon night?